Handle With Care

Handle With Care, Handle With Care
My hearts broken with no valves to spare.

These fingers, they snapped like small sticks
He stepped on them and screamed for his fix.
Tiny, little bones did shatter
Cries unheard for they did not matter.
Strange, that the pain I did not mind
For in it, there’s a solstice to find.

Handle With Care, Handle With Care
My heart’s broken with no valves to spare.

A deep crimson blood stains the floor,
I’m told, “Live with this Fear no more,”
How can I? The blood is still wet –
Afterall these years it has not set.
In the distance there’s a vagueness,
of the cold rape from his deep, dark kiss.

Handle With Care, Handle With Care
My heart’s been broken with no valves to spare.

So in the darkest of my nights,
Underneath the shadows, through all sights,
Your sharp claws grasp tightly at me
The loathingin your eyes s’all I see.
I wish to be with a dif’rent man,
Though all I do is doubt that I can.

Handle With Care, Handle With Care,
My heart’s broken with no valves to spare.

Handle With Care, Handle With Care,
There is no love that my soul can bear.

These Storms

I thought of you as the rain fell tonight,
the streetlights gleamed in through windows
as we drove down a familiar road.
Droplets creased on the ridges of my face
and hid the tears I held back with bite,
My make-up smudged into pale skin.
With the rain, however, I am not sad
because it reminds me of you for now,
It reminds me that you think of what I am.
You will still find me beautiful like this –
soaked and isolated, alone and lost –
and whenever I come home, you’ll be there.
It’s assurances like you, all of these people,
that I can keep a smile on my mind.
Weaving in and out of this existance I ponder;
when will the suffering of those I love end?
When will the tears stop falling with this rain?
The storm blows itself over and I find my way home,
and there all of you are sitting and embracing me.
Now I know that wherever I may be,
love is a constant, undying concept
That you will always bring to me.